fuschia rain

This morning, I had a much needed mini-epiphany. It’s been a relatively tough little run of things recently – not in a woe-is-me kind of way, just a being-kind-in-acknowledging-it kind of way. And, as ever, when things get a little tough, I’ve pulled in just a bit, thinking that doing so somehow allows me a little more protection.

And then this morning I saw this, and it reminded me the power of always remaining open. I hadn’t seen the buds, I hadn’t seen the unfurling of the first blossoms, but at least I didn’t miss this: